Halfway There. Susan Mallery
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he took her to his small office and settled her in the visitor’s chair. He took his seat and settled his hands on the computer keyboard.
“Do you know a vet around town?” he asked.
She stared at him. “What? Yes. Of course. Cameron McKenzie. He’s the local vet.”
Ryan typed the name into the search engine and got the link to the veterinary practice. “Here’s the phone number. They opened at seven, and they’ll be there until five.” He studied the address. While he hadn’t been in town long, he thought the office couldn’t be very far away.
The woman twisted her fingers together. “We should go now.”
“So this is about you, not Misty, right? Because she’s doing fine.”
Those big hazel eyes narrowed considerably. “Excuse me? Are you saying I’m being selfish while Misty is doing all the work?”
“Pretty much.”
He leaned back in the chair and prepared himself for a heated discussion. He’d always believed you learned a lot about a person by how she handled a disagreement. When tensions ran high, true character was revealed.
The woman sucked in a breath. He braced himself for shrieking and was surprised when she sagged back in the chair and nodded slowly.
“I’ve never been around a cat giving birth before,” she said with a sigh. “I still think she belongs in a feline maternity ward, but your point is a good one. She seems to be doing fine on her own. I guess I can check on her every five minutes and if she seems to be handling it, leave her to become a mom in her own time.”
“That seems like a plan,” he said, impressed by her ability to be rational and only a little disappointed there wasn’t going to be a show. “I’m Ryan, by the way.”
Those beautiful eyes widened again, and color flooded her face. “Oh, no. We haven’t met, have we? You’re the new guy, and now you’re worried you’re trapped with a crazy person.”
He grinned. “I’m pretty sure I can handle myself.”
* * *
HE LOOKED LIKE he could, Fayrene Hopkins thought as she stared into amused brown eyes. Ryan was close to six feet, with broad shoulders and dark hair. He wore a plaid shirt tucked into jeans and cute rimless glasses.
“You’re saying if I came at you with a letter opener, you’d be comfortable wrestling me to the ground?” she asked.
“Are you going to?”
“I’m not into violence. It doesn’t move me forward on my four-year plan. I’m Fayrene. Fayrene Hopkins.”
She rose and offered her hand. They shook. His skin was warm, and for a second, as she gazed into his eyes, she felt a slight zap of electricity.
She settled back in the chair and told herself no zip, zap or tingle was going to get in the way of what she wanted. In the office alcove of her small apartment she had large sheets of poster paper tacked up on the walls. Each was covered with a graph or a chart or a list. She was a big believer in taking responsibility of her own happiness, and for her that meant getting her business up and running. Zaps tended to derail young women pursuing financial and business success.
“You have a four-year plan?” he asked, his tone slightly amused. “Not a five-year one?”
She raised her chin. “It was a five-year plan, but I’m wrapping year one now.”
“How many pregnant cats does it include?”
She laughed. “Hopefully Misty is my last one. I’m a pet sitter. My company provides temporary employees and pet-sitting services.”
“That’s eclectic.”
“I have a degree in business,” she told him. “I spent eighteen months working for a bank and hated every minute of it. So I quit and spent a month figuring out what I wanted from my life.”
“Which is?”
“I want to own my own business.”
“You’ve already done that.”
“Sure, my name’s on the door, but I’m struggling. I want to be financially successful. I’m twenty-four. By the time I’m twenty-eight, I want four employees, all working full-time.”
“That’s a lot to take on.”
“I know, but like I said, I have a plan. When I did my analysis, I saw there was a real need for good pet-sitting services in town. Not just someone to come in and feed the fish, but a person willing to be there 24/7 if necessary.”
“That explains the pregnant Misty.”
“Exactly.” She smiled. “Charity didn’t want to leave her alone. So I’m taking her with me. Although she wasn’t supposed to be giving birth so soon.”
“And the temp side of things?”
“I fill in. Right now I’m spending a couple of weeks here at Ethan’s office while his regular receptionist is on vacation. There are a lot of small businesses in Fool’s Gold. They need extra help but don’t always want to hire someone full-time. I fill a gap.”
Starting her business had taken every penny of her savings and a loan from her older sister. Dellina had handled the family finances ever since she’d turned eighteen and had taken over the responsibility of raising her two younger twin sisters. Each sibling had a small trust fund left by their parents’ life insurance. Fayrene’s loan was against that.
Ryan stood and held out his hand. “Come on,” he said. “We’ll go check on our girl.”
Fayrene wasn’t sure about touching Ryan again. She’d already felt that one zap. But maybe it had been static electricity and not anything chemical.
She took the outstretched hand and held her breath. The second their palms touched, she felt it. A distinct shivery sensation working its way up her spine. Uh-oh. This wasn’t good. Her four-year plan didn’t include time for romance.
Ryan, however, appeared unmoved. He gave her a quick smile, then led the way back to Misty’s box under the receptionist desk.
Three tiny kittens nestled against their mother. Misty carefully licked them, dampening their fur. Their tiny eyes were closed, their miniature paws kneading slightly. Fayrene pulled free of Ryan and dropped to a crouch.
“They’re beautiful,” she murmured. “Do you think she’s done giving birth?”
“Cats can take a break for up to twenty-four hours,” he told her. “She’s not in discomfort, so just let her be.”
Misty might not be upset, but Fayrene felt the whole world kind of shift to the left. She wondered if she was about to faint for the first time in her life.
“T-twenty-four hours?”
“It’s not that unusual. The fact that the first three came so quickly might mean she’s done, but there’s no way to know for sure.”
She stood slowly, one hand on the desk for support. “I can’t go through this for twenty-four hours,” she murmured. “It’s too stressful.”
“Misty’s doing great,” Ryan told her.
Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one who would be watching over her for the next twenty-four hours. Work now, she told herself. Panic later. So the night would be long. She would make it through.
“Thank you for your help,” she said, glancing at him. “You’ve been great, and now you probably want to get back to whatever it was you were doing.”
He flashed her a grin that made her knees nearly give way. “I’ll be in all day if you and Misty need any help.”
“We might have to take you up on that.”
She